My brain is fried.
But I’m finished with this draft. Will sleep on it and maybe fiddle with it in the morning, maybe not. And then off it will go to my agent.
I usually give myself all sorts of deadlines (as you’ve now witnessed), but for this draft, I let it take the time it took. And this week of reading out loud and finishing up was my only one.
I have to say, though, I’ve still got it. I can still meet a deadline.
And tomorrow, on to new subject matter and normal life.